Gravel-soaked raspy male tenor, huge personality, playful cocky delivery, wicked comedic timing, swamp-country rock at 118 BPM. Solo wailing blues harmonica intro, then grimy slide guitar, crunchy overdriven rhythm guitar, thumping kick and snare, gritty walking bass, honky-tonk piano and dirty organ. Lead trades sarcastic call-and-response lines with a rowdy weathered male band, shouted HEY ad-libs and laughter. Verses conversational and loose, choruses explode into a catchy barroom-sized gang-vocal hook without crowd noise. Bridge strips to bass, drums and harmonica for comedic vocal exchanges before full band crashes back in. Sexy, ridiculous, warmhearted swagger; self-aware rather than arrogant. Analog tape warmth, punchy raw mix, no glossy country, no pop vocals, no auto-tune, no strings, no live ambience. [Intro: solo blues harmonica, greasy and playful] [Big Papa] Well I ain't sayin' I'm everybody's type [Band] HELL NO! [Big Papa] But I ain't met everybody yet [Band] HA! [Verse 1: swaggering, conversational] Got a wicked sense of humor And a mouth that don't behave I can turn a funeral quiet Into somebody laughin' at the grave I'm a sexy big bastard Least that's what I've been told Little bit of silver in the beard Whole lotta trouble in the soul [Pre-Chorus: band answering each line] I ain't everybody's cup of tea [Band] TOO DAMN STRONG! [Big Papa] But pour a little whiskey next to me [Band] NOW YOU'RE ON! [Chorus: huge rowdy group vocals] Everybody loves a lil Big Papa Little bad advice, little good tequila Little "hold my beer, I got this" When nobody oughta let me Everybody loves a lil Big Papa Big ol' laugh and a smart-ass mouth If a cocky son of a bitch needs settlin' down Well I'm always glad to help him out Yeah, everybody loves Everybody needs A lil Big Papa around [Verse 2: playful swagger] I'll cook you supper in an apron Like a damn good-lookin' fool Whiskey sittin' by the skillet Like that's something they teach in school I'll help a stranger change a tire Give my last twenty to a friend Then spend an hour talkin' shit Like I'm gettin' paid for it again [Pre-Chorus] I got charm in questionable amounts [Band] QUESTIONABLE?! [Big Papa] Alright, shut up, I'm workin' here [Band] HAHA! [Chorus] Everybody loves a lil Big Papa Little bad advice, little good tequila Little "hold my beer, I got this" When nobody oughta let me Everybody loves a lil Big Papa Big ol' laugh and a smart-ass mouth If a cocky son of a bitch needs settlin' down Well I'm always glad to help him out Yeah, everybody loves Everybody needs A lil Big Papa around [Bridge: bass, drums and harmonica only, spoken-sung swagger] Need somebody to tell you the truth? [Band] BIG PAPA! [Big Papa] Need somebody to make shit worse first? [Band] BIG PAPA! [Big Papa] Need somebody to cook? [Band] BIG PAPA! [Big Papa] Drink? [Band] BIG PAPA! [Big Papa] Make your woman laugh? [Band] ...BIG PAPA! [Big Papa] Easy now, boys I'm a married man [Band] HAHA! HEY! [Break: harmonica wail, full band slams back in] [Verse 3: full-throated, warm underneath the comedy] But jokes aside, when shit gets heavy And your whole damn week goes south I'll pull up a chair beside you Till we figure that thing out Might bust your balls while we're doin' it That's just how I show I care You don't need some perfect hero Just a big hairy bastard there [Final Chorus: biggest, gang vocals everywhere] EVERYBODY LOVES A LIL BIG PAPA! Little bad advice, little good tequila Little "hold my beer, I got this" When nobody oughta let me EVERYBODY LOVES A LIL BIG PAPA! Big ol' laugh and a smart-ass mouth If a cocky son of a bitch needs settlin' down Well I'm always glad to help him out Yeah, everybody loves Everybody needs Everybody wants A lil Big Papa around! [Outro: band stops, harmonica answers] [Big Papa] Love me some Silverback [Band] WE KNOW!
